Тональность: G minor
Verse 1
Gm
Abm
Gm
It ain't right,
Eb
Just tryna maintain in this game of rap
Gm
E
Plain as that, aim your gat to the sky
Abm
Gm
Abm
F
It ain't right, fade to grey, fade to black
Eb
Just tryna get paid in this game of rap
Gm
F
Plain as that, aim your gat to the ceiling
what I'm feeling
are stuck to the ceiling
same fucked reason
Gm
It's a shame we get blamed cause we
F
Eb
With the rain came the pain and the
trust started leaving
Gm
Now the aims on my brains and the
bugs started creeping
F
Eb
C -I -A -D -A,
cuff us up while we sleeping
dust to dust when I'm leaving
I had to write this song
F
Eb
About people that struggle
but their minds ain't gone
whose life's got torn
F
E
So if your soul loves the sun,
you ain't alone for long
F
Eb
Put yourself in the arms of
God, it's dead calm
F
E
you gotta be wrong
Gm
Eb
Rock on
Eb
But lately we've been fighting everyday,
it's pain and hurt
Gm
E
I never wanted it to die like this
Eb
All I ever wanted us to be is like
Siamese twins
we fell in love all
F
Eb
Now you wanna turn around and feel
your stomach at the snack bar
Gm
F
All you can drink, all you can smoke,
all you can dream of
Mary looking for real love
Abm
Gm
It ain't at the clubs,
it ain't at the parties
F
Eb
It ain't smokin' blunts,
it ain't sittin' on
Bacardi
your man and your kids
and all the stress with my ex -wife
F
Eb
Dead that bitch, I have a cup,
seein' red lights
Gm
ain't right,
F
that's why I respect your decisions
Eb
E
like I respect my religion
Eb
Just tryna maintain in this game of rap
Gm
Plain as that, aim your gat to the sky
E
Eb
Aim high if you in the same
Gm
F
they do great things at black
Eb
Just tryna get paid in this game of rap
Gm
F
Pain is that, ain't no gap to the ceiling
feelin' what I'm feelin'
Gm
Good for you, but not good for me
F
Eb
Cause now good for me is goods for free
we got minds to reach
or too deaf to hear
Gm
F
I testify, expect a lie, expect a truth
I vex the few
Gm
Exceptional, it ain't right to prejudge
F
Eb
And I'll let you know it
ain't wrong to speak up
Gm
And talk sense, mark the difference,
walk the distance
F
Eb
Start with listening, for now,
Cause this minute not dead,
the time limit
debating the court, making a point
Eb
E
be playing this joint
Abm
E#
I start thinking when I'm lonely at times
Abm
but you think it's only a rhyme
There's always foes in the act
and it's heartless
E
Eb
Waiting on top of the mountain to push
you back in the darkness
F
Eb
Mine weapons the sharpest,
but I feel like smacking retarded
Eb
See the sky, don't wanna just watch,
wanna touch the stars
Gm
F
So I bust my bars, till the end of the tunnel
E
For now, it's only dreams or heaven
it's like I'm running circles
F
E
Eb
And it's getting hurtful,
I'm starting to take shit personal
Abm
F
you caught me on the wrong day
prepared for a long stay
E
Most of the time, life is painful it seems
Like I don't wanna wake up,
D#
E
but should be grateful for dreams
D#
Just tryna maintain in this game of rap
Gm
E
Plain as that, aim your gat to the sky
Gm
E#
It ain't right, fade to grey, fade to black
D#
Just tryna get paid in this game of rap
Gm
E#
Plain as that, aim your gat to the ceiling
what I'm feelin'
my time to start is soon done
E#
D#
Like a full -scale riot,
I'm causin' confusion
Gm
Never pausin', type of nigga that
keep y 'all applaudin'
E
D#
Gm
next man's flow I'm on some other shit, all rigid
E
Now we bar for bar, verbally sparked
scarred with words
in your arm
D#
but fuck it, got the world in my palms
Gm
I'm just one from a million, charge us
E
D#
Make music so the niggas get to chillin'
Broken dialect, wet your district
E#
D#
This whole fuckin' planet ain't right,
don't get it twisted
dodge the crack, stay uplifted
E
D#
Live good and do what's close to your heart,
long as you wish it
D#
And now I'm a faggot ass creepo,
got the sights on me
I'm a generation so
God and the
Senses
God
If your life a circus nigga then I ain't no
clown
D#
Gm
The industry frowns on beatdowns,
on punks
you flex
E#
D#
And yo, after five months still tasting the
best
and usually the last man
standing
E#
D#
Busting it like a bitch to get the upper
But instead you'd really like
paint me black
E#
D#
Just tryna maintain in this game of rap
Gm
Plain as that, aim your gat to the sky
Aim high if you in the same
state of mind
Gm
It ain't right, fade to gray, fade to black
E#
Just tryna get paid in this game of rap
Gm
Plain as that, aim your gat to the ceiling
D#
Start screaming if you're feeling
what I'm feeling
Just tryna maintain in this game of rap
Plain as that, aim your gat to the sky
Aim high if you in the same state of mind
E#
It ain't right, fade to grey, fade to black
Just tryna get paid in this game of rap
Gm
Plain as that, aim your gat to the ceiling
Start screamin' if you
feelin' what I'm feelin'
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